Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Below given is an interesting story of a Tea Shop which you should read carefully and ponder over it. It gives lesson to learn.( Received through Email)

A group of fifteen soldiers led by their Major Sahib were on their way tothe post in Himalayas where they would be deployed for next three months.Another batch, which will be relieved, would be waiting anxiously for theirarrival so that they could fall back to safer confines of their parent unit.Some would proceed on leave and meet their families. They were happy thatthey were to relieve a set of comrades who had done their job.

It was a treacherous climb and the journey was to last till the nextevening. Cold winter with intermittent snowfall added to the torture.

If only someone could offer a cup of tea, the Major thought, knowingcompletely well that it was a futile wish.

They continued for another hour before they came across a dilapidatedstructure which looked like a small shop. It was locked.

It was 2 o'clock in the night and there was no house close to the shop wherethe owner could be located. In any case it was not advisable to knock anydoors in the night for security reasons.

It was a stalemate. "No tea boys, bad luck" said the Major.

The Major told the men to take some rest since they had been walking formore than three hours now.

Sir, this is a tea shop indeed and we can make tea. We will have to breakthe lock though.

The officer was in doubt about the proposed action but a steaming cup of teawas not a bad idea. He thought for a while and permitted for the lock to bebroken. The lock was broken.

They were in luck.

The place was a shop indeed and had everything required to preparing tea,and also a few packets of biscuits.

The tea was prepared and it brought great relief to all in the cold night.They were now ready for the long and treacherous walk ahead of them andstarted to get ready to move.

The officer was in thought. They had broken open the lock and prepared teaand consumed biscuits without the permission of the owner. The payment wasdue but there was no one in sight. But they are not a band of thieves.They are disciplined soldiers.

The Major didn't move out without doing what needed to be done. He took outa Rs. 1000/- note from his wallet and kept it on the counter, pressed underthe sugar container, so that the owner sees it first thing when he arrivesin the morning.

He was now relieved of the guilt and ordered the move.

Days, weeks and months passed. They continued to do gallantly what theywere required to do and were lucky not to lose any one from the group in theintense insurgency situation.

And then one day, it was time to be replaced by another brave lot.Soon they were on their way back and stopped at the same shop, which wastoday open with the owner in place. He was an old man with very meagerresources and was happy to see fifteen of them with the prospect of sellingat least fifteen cups of tea that day.

All of them had their tea and spoke to the old man about his life andexperiences in general, selling tea at such remote a location. The poor,old man had many stories to tell all of them, replete with his faith in God.

"Kya Baba, yadi Allah hota to kyaa aap ke jaisa 'Allah kaa bandaa' is haalmain hota, said one of them"; moved by his poverty and faith in God.

"I was going through very tough times because my only son had been severelybeaten by the terrorists who wanted some information from him which he didnot have. I had closed the shop early that day and had taken my son to thehospital. There were medicines to be purchased and I had no money. No onewould give me a loan from fear of the terrorists. There was no hope, Sahib.

"And that day Sahib, I had prayed to Allah for help. And Sahib, Allahwalked into my shop that day.

"When I returned to my shop that day and saw the lock broken, I thoughtsomeone had broken in and had taken away whatever little I had. But then Isaw that 'Allah' had left Rs. 1000/- under the sugar pot. Sahib, I can'ttell you what that money was worth that day.Allah exists Sahib, He does.

"I know people are dying every day here but all of you will soon meet yournear and dear ones, your children, and you must thank your God Sahib, he iswatching all of us. He does exist. He walked in to my shop that day andbroke open the lock to give me the money I desperately needed. I know Hedid it."

The faith in his eyes was unflinching. It was unnerving. Fifteen sets ofeyes looked at their officer and read the order in his eyes clear andunambiguous, 'Keep quiet.'

The officer got up and paid the bill and hugged the old man.

"Yes Baba, I know, God does exist - and yes the tea was wonderful."

Fifteen pairs of eyes did not miss the moisture building in the eyes of theMajor, a rare sight.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Stop Mistreating of Jain Community At Mount Girnar

According to the Jains, it is the spot where the Jain Tirthankara Lord Neminath attained nirvana

Jain Pilgrims are often mistreated and beaten by Local Hindu Community as there is a conflict of area between Jains and Hindus which is still pending in Court Cases.

Jainism only resolves to Ahimsa (Non Violence) which also was followed by Mahatma Gandhi in Freedom Fight for India.

Hindus accuse Jains of manipulating with the facts and breaking Hindu Idols none of which is true. History tells us with proper Evidences that the place has always been of special relevance to Jain Community.

On January 1st, a terrible incident happened with one of Jain Muni's Shri Prabal Sagar Ji Maharaj who was stabbed repeatedly by a Hindu Attacker. The plight of the situation has worsened. These atrocities cant be tolerated anymore.

We request President of India to look into this matter and ensure proper security for Jain Pilgrims.Please support the Petition and help this reach higher authorities